During the first week of December 2016, I upgraded from my studio apartment in west Houston to a one-bedroom located in a fashionable neighborhood of the city’s desirable inner loop area. I had long been daydreaming of a shorter commute to work, living closer to my boyfriend, and generally no longer having to trek for 20 minutes just to reach ordinary conveniences such as the grocery store or the gas station. (Bonus points to the separate bedroom and kitchen. I took for granted not having my bedsheets smell like what I made for dinner until I became a studio-dweller.) To say I was excited about my larger, more central home base is an understatement – but not long after the move, I was completely regretting my decision as I found myself having to recover from a burglary.